2 or 3 /or/ AND YOU LOOK MARVELOUS

some of my folkwriting in poetic form

the pale blue mist

settles over the once frozen landscape

like a small child

it makes my mind consider

the world below

the signs above raining down

a people grown

with eyes glazed over

conditioned for this condition

listening beyond forgiveness

for words or a melody

deeply scarred and grooved

seemingly alone

but in the middle, as it were

of the great multitude

humanity’s new found composure

ghastly and most lovely

all in one moment

which stretches endlessly

link by link contained

in that eternal moment

like fresh green grass

cut in early morning

a scent and sound weaved

in and out of memories

that make up a young mind

inside our wrinkled and gray head

as if today

began again the budding spring

we all longed for within that dream

those scattered thoughts

cutting the surface tension

beating oxygen exhaled from lungs

into peaks of a meringue

like smoke signal from the past

an only child

among a class of cousins

and sisters, aunts and grandmothers

lessons only a family learns

secrets held tightly

a bond among siblings

known only by members in strict sects

that mystery revealed

that longed for love

now, worn and displayed

waves in the bright day

a victory flag

whose design the population sees

but whose meaning

reserved and compact

only the band of initiates can see

can we ever know whose ramblings

a dusty road received

the past just left us wondering

this daydream

blistering thoughts

sung in harmony

green waves crashing

on the shore

foaming as the water rushes back

out to open sea

the squeaks of the seaweed

the smell of the salt breeze

all the pioneers of grace

we explore till our energy

expelled completely and publicly

grabs our past and future life

pulsing and pressing

that energy

death seems near

but life

alive with song and images

closer

colors cast shadows among us now

a rainbow of thinking arises

the bleak night has

at last receded

the seeds of tomorrow now sprouting

oh glorious freedom

sounds of hope

of a fortunate grace

an activated incomprehensible future

experienced now in living color

in happy notes and lyrics

in dances, in leaping, in joy

listen, yes listen

oh how wonderful

look, yes look

oh how marvelous

all the words

and all the pages

Joy,

yes Joy

can you feel it

Joy,

our journey complete

JOY